Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Until later, my friends...

I'm so sorry.

Something terrible happened yesterday that I could have prevented, but didn't. In the blink of an eye my life has been turned upside down and I have no one but myself to blame. I am devastated, injured, humiliated and scared.

My poor judgment in this moment is going to follow us and haunt us for a very long time.

Right now I need to focus on this situation and the fact that I am returning to work very soon.

I can't find anything funny in all of this. I can't just write about things as usual while I feel like this. When all you're doing is crying, there isn't a whole lot of "funny" there.I don't know how long it will be: a few days, a week, maybe a month or more. I just don't know.

I love you guys. I just need to focus on fixing the monumental destruction that is my life right now. I'm not asking for sympathy as, quite frankly, I feel I don't deserve it.

I'll miss you and will maybe pop up in comments, hopefully you'll still be here when I get back.

I will of course be around when you come back. Take all of the time you need. Know that if you need any support or just an available ear I'm right around the corner. Try to remember...you are human and mistakes happen.

Whiskey-We've obviously not met, but I feel compelled to offer you and the "Mr." my love and support. Wish there was more I could do than send you sentiment over the wires. Hate to see you this broken up. Be here when you get back.Take good care-Devoted Reader

Ahhh, Whiskey---so sorry for your troubles. I feel the pain in your post.

You can be certain I'll be here when you get back. You don't know me, nor I you, but we have 'intermet' and sometimes talking to a stranger is easier.....you can e-mail me any time....or I can shut up and all that stuff.

Oh no! I hope everything is okay... everyone needs a break from time to time and of course your "peops" will be here waiting anxiously for your return. I pray that you find the strength to get through whatever it is you need to focus on right now.

Wow. I just popped over from Wide Lawns. I am new to your blog, but am extremely moved by your post.

No, we don't come out the other side of any traumatic event the same person we were before, but we *can* make it through life while we are still involved in the process of living it. We manage to get through it somehow, even if we don't have a clue what that way is, we somehow fumble and stumble on, and keep moving forward. So don't be afraid to ask for help from friends; and as silly as it probably sounds right now, count your blessings and give yourself the compassion you would offer someone else, and be gentle with the self judgment.

Human beings have an inner strength that is amazing, so you have it too, it's our inheritance.

By all the posts here you have people who care and who are sending you love. Hang in there!

I'm an adoring fan of what you so freely give - all your heart and humor. Please know that no one intends for certain things to happen but it does anyway. Compassion is needed for everyone equally and time will heal what now seems impossible. You are a special person - I can tell. Take care ... as "Jen" in the above post wishes - resolution will come, keep your chin up Whisky M.

Everyone has those times in their lives. You get through it. Some things you get over and some things you don't but you DO get through it.

Hind sight is 20/20.

Here are my top guesses:

1. You really lost your pants and walked home in your underwear and was arrested for wearing bikini bottoms without the top.

2. You ran over one of your cats. In a few days you will realize it was that neighbor's cat that you thought was yours before.

3. You came home wearing someone elses pants and underwear. (Ewww the underwear and it was ugly underwear)

4. You selected a new paint for one of the rooms. After it dried the color was so horrid you vomited all over the new flooring. After drinking a great deal and sobering up you realize that even primer wont cover that vomit-inducing-wall-color and the alcohol you drank was not top shelf so it ate through the new flooring.

5. You saw that picture of me on my blog in my prom dress and cannot stop crying because you thought I was cool and not some debutant priss. That pepto pink dress made you vomit on your new flooring and you are trying to figure out how to ask me to pay for it. (Can I make installment payments?)

Forget the blog and take care of yourself and whatever else you need to take care of. You say you don't deserve sympathy, but clearly you have touched many people through your posts and every one of them wishes you the best. I hope things work out and wish you happiness.

If it makes you feel better, which it won't, I've lived through losing my dad 6 years ago when he was only 59, my husband and I separating for 8 mos during that same year, almost getting arrested twice, once for getting pulled for a traffic stop only to have a bag of seeds and stems fall out of my glovebox when I went to get my registration out (and I had kids in the car with me at the time) and then again when someone used my name in a prescription fraud, which caused me to lose my excellent job at the time. Dark days, but they passed and today life is great again. I just wanted you to know that whatever happened to you, it will pass and things will be good again.Love,Kim

Normally, I never leave comments. I just enjoy reading your blog everyday. I hope whatever has happened turns out to have some kind of silver lining for you sweetie. God bless and take care.... ~ Renata1967

You can always run away to Mexico, that's what I did when my life turned to shit and look at me now! Of course, based on your recent weather post, you might want to wait until winter. You've got a friend in PV.

WM, I found your blog because my treasure, bulletproof lucy, loves your stuff. So I read it, and I love it too. I want to say something different, and deep, and comforting. But i'm really only averagely clever. Just like everybody else. Truth is, I'm really sad for you. I love your delightfully canted take on life, and your tales crack me up over & over. I'm often sitting at my computer, in the dark, laughing my head off. I'm average, but you are not. You are uncommonly cool. You're an enigma: The hopeful cynic. I hope and pray that your very bad thing gets better fast.